When the hour struck 12:12 this afternoon, my mom and sister and I celebrated with peanut butter truffles. :) We also took pictures of the clock for posterity, which unfortunately I do not have on hand.
I have been spending this evening (at least pieces of it) trying to piece together a decent plot for my NaNoWriMo novel, which I have given the working title of The Lady in Gray. (One discovers the value of titles when one has had to live without one for more than a month.) The story needs a LOT of work before I can even start writing prose again. I am very out-of-practice when it comes to crafting a story, and it feels pretty overwhelming. Oh well. I've spent a lot of time in the past couple months learning more about the outlining process, and at some point there's nothing to be done but muddle through as best as I can.
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink / Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces / That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." ~Lord Byron
